Lyrics:

Of a flour to powder the crustA grain of sand and a gust of windTo stir my stomachAnd a ground swell to shakeThe all that it must takeTo break the headacheIn my earthquakeGit together yo' shitMove your ass to a proper toiletWe gonna fuc We gonna phuckWe gonna fuque this shit on upGit it like it's posed to be gottenHear it like it's posed to be heardShake it looseShake it loose holy cowSittin silly like a morning roostTime don't tell no swellsCock-A-Doodle-Do duck or git goosedCock-A-Doodle-Do duck or git goosedSittin it on downSit your ass on downGit together your shitMove your ass to a proper toiletIt's the properties of propagandaWhen your feet don't move and you Don't know where you standda
Fishbone Properties Of Propaganda